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Here’s a snapshot of July from a few years ago …
“Well, life on the farm is kinda laid baaaaack!”
Really? Let’s see now. How has my week gone …
Two of our goats, Bambi and Jimmy, had a touch of something or other.
I remember -- distinctly -- how overwhelmed I felt the first time someone suggested an Advent celebration to me. Four nights. I’d have to set aside four nights during the busiest four weeks of the year. Lighting the candles sounded nice. I liked candles. Prayer was fine. I liked prayer. Sitting around a table asking questions and singing songs? That part I could do without ...
I wish this story involved two cats because I’d love an excuse to title this, “A Tail of Two Kitties,” but it’s not to be. There’s only one kitty involved in this little tale. Character two is a goat. Now that I think
On Thursdays, we turn into an old married couple.
Although no pastor I know ever actually takes an entire day off, Dave tries to stay away from his office on Thursdays, and he likes to pretend (though I know differently) that he’s not thinking
My proper but mischievous grandmother had one firm rule about cussing: If you must do it, do it in the barn. I believe now that her unspoken message was “animal behavior belongs with the animals,” but we didn’t hear that subtext
The ruckusy call of seven goats tugs at my ears and walks my feet toward my brown garden clogs. I slip them on and step outside, and though I've seen this same view for a week, I still draw in my breath at the beauty of our white-coated lawn. The snow in town melted days ago, but our farm is insulated by towering pines. We're still white and beautiful.